Happy Birthday
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Happy Birthday
Only bald men are smiling.
A punishment of time
This sickening flesh
Faulted and worn
A fall from grace
No more double takes
or him grins
Get in line behind, “it’s her time to shine“
Smile and wave
Leave it behind.
Pack up your prize ribbons and put them in the garage along with your skinny jeans and red lipstick
Embrace change
Enjoy your dinner tonight
Last edited by exclusivelye 11-23-2009 at 12:12:06 PM
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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.